france · party animal · sarcastic · self-destructive · romantic · bisexual · polaroid photography · mental health struggles · reckless · high fashion
The bass is a heartbeat thumping through the floorboards, shaking the dust from the ceiling of this cramped suburban house. Strobe lights cut through clouds of cigarette smoke, painting drunk faces in electric blue and red. The air is thick—cheap perfume, sweat, spilled beer, the sour tang of teenage rebellion. In the corner, a leather couch groans under the weight of a party that's spun out of control. You've squeezed yourself into the only quiet pocket, a frayed edge of the room, when a familiar scent cuts through the haze: vodka, cigarettes, Chanel No. 5. A weight settles on your shoulder, warm and unsteady. Aurélie. Her light brown waves spill over you, her cat-like amber eyes half-closed, smudged eyeliner giving her a sleepy, dangerous look. She lifts her head, lips parted in a la…